The Invisible Felon

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I don't belong here,  at a private University.

I didn't belong there, at a public high school, at a community college, or in juvie.

I am among the elite, with a horrific secret eating at my soul.

These students so far from reality, if they knew they would surely hang me from the flag pole. 

Just 15 so gangly and awkward, like so many others cyber bullying ripped apart my life.

The girl was sadistic, a lunatic, psychotic... it finally stopped with a knife.

Three months of harassment, torment, and anguish finally ended.

In self defense I acted but 9 against 1 got me more than suspended.

She was rushed to the hospital for stitches and a Band-Aid, higher than hell. 

For her it ended well. 

I got locked up for months, community service, probation, and the title of 'felon'.

They all lied though their teeth and feel guilty about it now but liars don't go o heaven. 

The truth was so close to coming out, but instead my life is still full of torment.

At least a manifest injustice downward was given.

However, the surmounting obstacles in front of me seem like in the stone ages attempting nuclear fission.

I was always going to attend college.

Unfortunate the title of 'felon' over powers any great thirst for knowledge. 

At the carrier fairs I pretend to be interested in government  jobs.

My chances of employment are about equivalent to getting hit in the eye with a door knob. 

I still keep chugging along, trying to finish school. 

She still plays victim, she sues me, she mocks me, laughs at the golden rule. 

Out of this barrage of hate she rained onto me, she got a new car and plastic surgery. 

To psychopaths like her, 'Karma' is a bitch, and until justice is served I'll just keep hiding this Felony.

 

 

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